Return of the Everyday Life

The lens of her eyes
reflects off of mine;
as she lets me put it deep
inside her, it's vibrations,
heavy breathing that moans:
This goodbye is going to be a lot harder
than we had thought it would be,
so take me from behind,
the side, on top,
however ever else we can,
just so we don't forget how it felt,
when mornings harboring late night eyes
kept us inside talking
in little voices,
hiding from what we knew
we must face.

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